It was a quiet little town in the country of England, people were buying vegetables,
bread and wooden utensils at the market. Farmers were selling their livestock and crops amongst eachother. A woman was selling her handmade bowls and plates to the town’s mayor (the mayor was a crooked old man surrounded by guards at all times). the mayor demanded that he get a sizable discount on his enormous bag of goods. The woman barely had enough money for food and clothes at the time and argued that she couldn’t afford to sell to him at a discount.
They argued for half an hour before a man in a mask came running through the town and took the bag right out of the mayor's hands. “HEY! Come back here with my stuff! Do you know who you're stealing from!” The yelling did not phase the masked assailant, he continued skillfully bobbing and weaving through the crowd of people. At this point he had the guards hot on his tail. “Come back here before you become an enemy of the mayoral guard!” he made a sharp turn down an alleyway. The guards turned the corner and he was gone. The mayor saw the guards standing at the entrance confused. “What are you slackers doing! Why aren’t you chasing that crooked man?” the guards responded with. “We were chasing him he took this corner and we don’t know where he went after that.
The masked man watched the guards talking to the mayor from the roof of the building. He took a break, caught his breath and then continued. He started running again jumping from roof to roof making his way to a thick forest of evergreen trees.
The man jumped down from the roof into a pile of leaves and straw. He slowed down and started walking through the woods.
He walked for close to an hour before he got to a wooden cottage where a woman and a boy greeted him on his way in. “Hey hun.” he said “How was the hunt?” she responded. He opened the bag to find an assortment of meats, cheeses, vegetables and dishes. “This will last us at least a week! We can finally take some time to relax.” said the woman with a massive grin on her face. “Papa!” said the small boy running into his fathers arms. “Hey kiddo, I missed you today.” said the man.
They sat around a fire eating the food from what they called “The hunt”. After they ate the boy started playing with sticks and making art out of whatever he could find around the fire.
The family lived a quiet life in the woods, they moved around a lot, building small homes out of wood and clay when they did. They would work when they could find it but they often resorted to taking from people of power to survive.
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